End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

Optimus Prime and the others left for half an hour, and just after Bumblebee finished singing a few sad songs, a group of uninvited guests suddenly arrived. Five black SUVs were parked by the side of the street, and a dozen agents in suits and white coats strode forward. Go out, surround Russell's house, and take out the instrument to start detecting radioactive substances.

"Boom boom boom——"

A series of hasty knocks on the door woke up Sam, who was sleeping on the sofa in the living room. He glanced through the cat's eyes to make sure it wasn't the Decepticons that opened the door.

"Sam Witwicky? Your great-great-grandfather was Archibald Witwich?"

Sam blocked the flashlight that was shining directly into his eyes with his hand, and said dissatisfiedly, "Who are you?"

"Government agency! The Seventh District!" Simmons, the agent of the Seventh District, who looked like a dog, showed his ID card, and took it back regardless of whether Sam saw it clearly.

"What is that? I haven't heard of this organization." Sam was anxious, seeing the man in the suit rummaging through the yard, and gradually approaching the bumblebee, he hurriedly said: "Hey, this is not my house, you haven't won the owner yet agreed."

"The Seventh District doesn't need anyone's consent, we have enough authority." Simmons said with a drag, staring into Sam's terrified eyes, and chuckled: "Sam, you called the police last night to say that your The car got away, which is a serious threat to national security."

"Sir, no matter whether that car threatened national security or not, now you have threatened my personal safety and property safety..." Russell walked down the stairs on the second floor, holding a bright Sand Eagle in his hand, and said lightly: "The constitution gives me the right to shoot you, so can you get your men out of the garden?"

"I'm sorry, but I also have the right to kill you." Simmons opened his suit, revealing the gun under his arm.

Russell raised his brows: "It seems so, but I'm not one of those cowards who are frightened by you. If you want to try whose gun is faster, I can accompany you now."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Seeing that the smell of gunpowder was not going to end, Simmons took a deep breath and lowered his posture first: "Mr. Russell, we are here to take Sam Witwicky away, and it has nothing to do with you."

Russell nodded: "No problem, but don't touch my things."

Sam: "..."

Simmons didn't care what Sam thought, he took out an instrument and came to Sam, after some detection, his face turned black into the bottom of the pot: "Boy, look what you have done, this value is really impressive I'm surprised."

"What value, what are you talking about?"

Simmons waved his hand, and Sam looked panic-stricken. He didn't bother to listen to the other party's clumsy defense, took out handcuffs, bound his wrists, and dragged him out of the room.

Michaela came down the stairs, the cat was behind Russell, and the two stood in the doorway watching Sam be taken away. At this moment, a white coat came to the Chevrolet car, and the instrument showed that he had encountered an exceeding value.

"Sir! Here! The value of this car has seriously exceeded the standard!"

Simmons took a breath: "That's the car, damn it, keep him away."

Twit twitter chuck chuck!

Seeing that he and Sam were about to be taken away, Bumblebee transformed into a giant robot over five meters in an instant, and its arm was replaced with an energy gun, aiming at Simmons's position: "Zizi...this cat is so cute...you guys Bug, release the hostage!"

After all, it is an intercepted broadcast, and it is impossible to come across the right sentence every time, so the words of Bumblebee sounded more like threats to the agents. They drew their guns and looked for cover, but there was no obstacle in the garden for them to hide except for the fountain.

"Bumblebee, don't shoot." Sam was pressed to the ground, raised his head and shouted loudly. He didn't want the bumblebee to stand against humans. As long as everyone calmed down and communicated, everything would be perfectly resolved.

Optimus Prime would not allow him to take the initiative to harm humans, and Bumblebee respected his decision, but Optimus Prime also said that he must protect the safety of the three of Russell. There was a contradiction in the order, and he looked at Russell with a headache. Among the people present, Russell had the highest IQ. Bumblebee thought he would have a solution that got the best of both worlds.

Russell shook his head slightly: "Bumblebee, turn back into a car, you are not here to start a war, and Optimus Prime doesn't want to do this either."

Bumblebee looked around, put away the energy gun a little unwillingly, moved the metal all over his body, and transformed back into a Chevrolet Camaro.

After ten seconds of silence, the ashen-faced Simmons got up from the ground, adjusted his suit and came to Russell, saying in a deep voice, "Mr. Russell, it seems that you also need to take a walk with us."

"No problem! But for the sake of helping you out, can you open Sam's handcuffs?" Russell's sentence made Sam look grateful, but the second half of the sentence directly caused Sam to fall into self-doubt: "After all, Sam is so Weak, it doesn’t matter if you have handcuffs or not.”

"Thank you for your cooperation!" Simmons nodded to Russell, and asked someone to open Sam's handcuffs. He looked at the Chevrolet Camaro in horror, not knowing what to say.

"Don't worry, the Hornet will go with us to where you want to go." Russell took the opportunity to give Simmons a step, and added a sentence at the end: "If you are not at ease, you can add a layer of insurance to the Hornet , but remember, he is a fighter, please give him the respect a fighter deserves."

"I'm afraid..."

Russell interrupted Simmons, and said lightly: "The Hornet's race has a highly developed civilization, and there are many comrades in arms on the earth. In order to avoid war, he has made concessions, hasn't he?"

"Well, only this time is an exception." Simmons rolled his eyes. Now that others have less firepower, they can make concessions, but when it comes to his territory, it's up to him to decide.

Russell grinned, and before the other agents could react, he dragged Simmons to the Chevrolet co-pilot, opened the door and pushed him in.

"Mr. Agent, let's go!"

Simmons: "..."

Five SUVs guarded the Chevrolet in the middle and headed towards the airport outside the city.

What Russell didn't know was that as soon as the convoy left, another SUV stopped in front of his house. Four agents entered the house to check and found traces of fighting on the second floor.

"Detect, all suspicious objects are recovered."

"There are alien bodies in the trash can."

"Take it back with the trash can!"

"There's a lot of radioactivity on the floor..."

"Pry away."

"On the ceiling too..."

"Pull off the wallpaper together!"

"Oh my god, there's almost radioactive material everywhere, even the safes..."

"Pack!"

Confused: Chirp chirp, I'm back again.

...

The roar of propellers sounded under the night sky, and four armed helicopters followed from behind. At the same time, ten military armored vehicles appeared, full of soldiers with live ammunition.

With a strong army and a strong horse, Simmons' confidence returned. He smiled and looked at Sam in the driver's seat, ready to pry some information from him: "Sam, how much do you know about aliens?"

"Know nothing!"

The bumblebee sat under his buttocks, and the Sam was relying on the momentum of the car, and he didn't like Simmons at all.

"Really? Then how do you explain this!" Simmons took out his mobile phone from his pocket, the one Sam left behind at the iron ore factory: "We only tracked it down because of your call to the police. Wow, this video It's wonderful, your expression can be my joke for a year."

Sam: "..."

Russell sat in the back row, and suddenly opened his eyes when he closed them: "Mr. Agent, you might as well ask me instead of Sam. I should know more than him."

Simmons looked at Russell with a headache. This person was the most difficult to deal with. Without an interrogation room and eight muscular bodyguards, he didn't have the confidence to question him.

Mikaela, who was sitting on the side, defended Russell: "Just kidding, he doesn't know anything, and he doesn't know anything."

Simmons snorted coldly, and was not so polite to Mikaela. He took out his ID and said, "Sports bra girl, do you know what this is?"

Russell: "A license to do whatever you want, a license to lock us up forever."

Simmons: "..."

I've told you all, how can I pretend?

Don't talk about pretending, Simmons felt like a sand sculpture, punching cotton, he sullenly put away his license, and gave Mikaela a vicious look: "Before I ask you, you'd better keep your mouth shut, Especially with your dad's parole coming up."

Sam was surprised: "Dad? Parole?"

"No, it's not..." Michaela hurriedly looked at Russell.

"Oh, it seems that you don't know anything about her!" Simmons found a breakthrough and laughed: "She is a car thief, there are teenagers..."

"Ahem!"

Russell coughed twice to interrupt Simmons' complacency, and said bluntly: "Mr. Agent, it is not a gentleman's demeanor to embarrass a lady. Besides, scaring two 18-year-olds does not make you dignified. "

Simmons scratched his head in frustration. He didn't like talking to Russell very much, and he was always led by the nose. Suddenly he realized something: "Russell, why are you still so... Calm?"

"Because I've seen creatures scarier than aliens, gods and demons, on Earth."

"what?"

"I won't say much outside the topic, Mr. Agent, I can tell you everything I know about aliens, but I will add one condition now." Russell glanced at Mikaela who was in a daze, and raised his hand on her head. She rubbed her face: "Delete her juvenile record and permanently delete it from the file. The society is so difficult, and young people are just starting out. How can we let the bad past hold us back!"

"thanks……"

Mikaela bit her lip, tears streaming down her face, and fell into Russell's arms, feeling very moved. The four corners of the fort had been welded to death, and no one could move it.

Fuck, I'm talking about the safety of the earth with you, and you actually took the opportunity to flirt with girls!

Simmons, who is still a bachelor, is very hot-eyed. If he wants Russell, he needs to be lonely, empty and cold in the dead of night.

Sam didn't speak, nor was he envious, and silently contributed the expression pack of feeling ashamed.

He figured it out, and continued to think about Mikaela's failure. After saving the earth, he would use this glorious resume to date other girls.

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